The Last Ceo’s Deal

A DEAL WITH THE CEO

Fanuel.

I decked around the room and picked every single item that was turned upside down and scattered.

I stood by the doorway and stared at Christine wearing my shirt before shutting my eyelids. I felt sweet blood running down to the unwanted areas and illegal sensations and I sighed in frustration.

Fuck!!!

What was this girl doing to him and provoking him like this? She was like an angel sprawled on his bed and looking sexy with those naked thighs.

I’ve been trying these past few days to avoid her, to make sure I kept my space and distance to make her happy when I was literally going insane.

Not being able to hear that voice was like a torture, as the days goes by, I find myself wishing for the formidable and also restraining myself.

I didn’t wanted her to feel like I’m taking advantage of her or see her tears because of my temper. It’s really weird of how I just want her to be contented and happy.

Seeing her talk and chat with others cheerfully while I felt she would rip me apart with her stare was always heart clenching. She seemed happy and I felt cornered and disturbed.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

But right now staring at her on my bed makes me want to cage her, to apologize ten times over for treating her like trash and ask her about her Dad, Webb.

There’s no more hiding that Webb is an asshole. From the way she talks about him her brother, I could sense the hatred vibrating from her voice.

I want to run my hands through those silky thighs and kiss her tender lips.

Fuck!! I don’t know what this is but my body is on fire as I stare at her.

I’ve been a good boy lately but mehn!! I’m deaf when it comes to her.

Jeez! Fanuel get a grip.

I swallowed hard when I traced my eyes to her boobs, I felt hard instantly and groaned.

Why was I affected by this girl? This is not good, maybe I will really have to travel to get my shit together or fuck some random person to relive me of this illicit feeling.

I took the couch and forced myself to drift into sleep.

*******

Christine.

I stretched my legs and reached for my phone on the lamp stand. Typical of me, always doing an addictive habit.

I yawned in surprise as I couldn’t feel any lamp stand. The sweet scent of the bedsheets and the cloth I wore hit me and I snapped my eyes open to meet a sexy Fanuel all shirtless with his laptop on his laps and a cocky stare.

My heart raced and became frenzied as I remembered what I did last night. I scanned around the room and stared at the locker, wardrobes and his deodorant safe only to find it sweetly arranged.

I felt the side of my bed cold and discovered that he didn’t sleep there.

I bit my lips and stared back at him before averting my gaze. This is the first time I’ve been close to him after a very long while.

“Good morning.”

I foolishly greeted.

“There’s nothing good about the morning when you clearly turned my room into a battlefield.”

“At Least it got you talking.” He chuckled and dropped his laptop trying to avert his gaze.

“Did you miss me that much to pick out my most expensive attire to wear?” His eyes scanned through my body and I felt heat rushing through my skin.

His flat stomach with those abs were driving me insane and his perfect chest were so…lickable. I felt like running my hands through them, Jeez!! What’s wrong with me?

“I just wanted to piss you off.”

“Great!! mission accomplished. Can you leave now?”

That word stabbed me. Why was he finding every way to avoid her? Did he find a new chick or was Mirabel making him feel that good that he would rather not be with me?

“If you want me to.” I blurted out.

I wanted to know if he wanted me to leave or if he’s just saying that because he felt that’s what I wanted.

He bit those sinful lips hard and sighed staring at me.

“Do you want to know what I want?”

He asked huskily and I swallowed, that voice turned me on really bad that I literally cursed my body from reacting to this body.

I want to feel irritated for liking this man despite what he has done to me, despite the harshness and cold shoulders.

I want to quickly count my days and push him off my thoughts so I can disappear and have my life back but it was always the opposite.

He makes me feel forbidden things I never thought I would have felt and how I yearn for his presence!! I don’t mind him yelling but you see that voice of his, it’s like a therapy to my soul.

“Yes.” I answer in quick breaths and stare at him.

“I want to ask you what you’re doing to me.”

“Huh….?”

“I want to tell you ten times over to stop whatever things is it you’re doing to me or I will cage you in this room and fuck you so sweety that all you will ever think of is my name dancing through that sexy mouth of yours.”

Fuuuuckkk!!!!

I didn’t hear that right? Fuck Fanuel!! My legs are on fire and I whimpered and clamp them together. Why am I being sensitive now? I stare at him in shock and wonder what it would be like to run my hands through those abs and chest of his, I want to feel his hands touch me in the forbidden areas.

To hell with my self respect right now but Fanuel is what I want right now on this bed with my hands digging on his back and his voice telling me ten times over how I’m sexy.

His stare was making matters worse for me, It was extremely dangerous.

Get out of here Christine before you make the worst mistake of your life!!

My mind screamed.

This man just want your body, that’s all and you’re here thinking he gives a fuck about you!

He doesn’t gives a fuck about anyone!!

Kayla’s voice hibernated through my head and echoed.

I scrambled over the bed and wanted to run from these nasty feelings, maybe I’m the only one feeling this way.

I moved towards the door when I felt his grip on my hands and was pushed back forcely that made me land on his laps.

Good Lord!!

I felt him sniffing my hair as he wrapped his hands around my slender waist sighing with need and satisfaction before saying those words that made me lose self control.

“Stay please, I’ve missed you too.”